Before He Goes

Disagree.

The geisha half-runs, leaving her husband still in the hospital yard. When their iron chariot was about to arrive, the Geisha were in a state of shock because Dipta was complaining of pain on the phone. The man said he was lying on the IGD. Dipta stepped terbatah-tatah holding his own pain there, after finishing performing the morning prayer that he forced strong.

Pushing the rough IGD door until the Doctors, the coas and nurses who were going back and forth, were stunned and moved their heads as a sign of respect when the Geisha came, the owner of the Hospital.

"Nr ...." Dipta waved a weak hand.

"What's sick? Why?" very anxious, approaching to the bed with blingsatan steps.

"The stomach, it hurts." The sign pointed at the lower abdomen on the left. Geisha feel and put pressure there.

"Don't press!" Dipta.

"That's painful? There's a wound, what's it?" trying to get the shirt up to the chest for a geisha check. Created the middle of anti-pain injections by the nurse, as if reluctant.

"I'm sick, brother."

"illness?" it wasn't the Geisha who asked, it was Genta. Geisha's newly arrived husband.

Dipta. "Yes, Mas. My kidneys are in trouble."

Geisha as if they want to be unsteady, why the problem is not stopping to whack the twin brother. "Subhanallah, Created. From when?" murat was worried that it was getting printed clearly.

"Please don't complain to Daddy and Mommy."

"Since when?" geisha tone rose, he who was shocked to pinch his sister's hand, did not give a request.

"I don't know when. But, the great complaint has been a couple of weeks."

"Say the doctor who checked, how?" ask Genta.

"Still stage one, Mas. There's inflammation in the little filter in my kidney. It can still be treated he said. The important thing is to regularly take medicine, water and keep the pattern of life."

Geisha and Genta heaved a sigh of relief. They are Doctors. It's just that the qualifications of the two are different and do not understand the disease created.

The nurse passed by after she finished injecting pain medication. The medicine also seemed to be working, Dipta no longer grimaced. "Where are you going to the doctor?"

"Our friend."

"Who?"

"Rahajeng Gendis .. the Ajeng. Remember no, brother?"

"Ajengs?" The geisha repeats, the eyeballs glow and when the shadow of the woman who feels forgotten to be remembered begins to appear, the geisha refracts her lips.

"Oh, si, Ajeng, anyway. The same class we used to be, right?"

"Hem." Ajeng was once a school and classmate with Geisha, Dipta and Bhishma.

"He's a specialist in?"

"Yes, Brother. At Antana Hospital."

Genta laughed when he heard it. "Well, Mih. Our competition."

"Ngapain anyway all the way to RS people. Here you go, deck."

"The same good stuff, Ajeng. Not changing doctors. Last night I chatted him. Ask for advice from him. Can I be a donor to Dara."

"Keep, what's he saying?"

"Can aja. If I'm cured."

The geisha was silent for a moment, taking a breath that felt tight in the nostrils. "I'll do anything for my son, brother. Even though life is at stake, I have no problem. The important thing is that Dara can be as healthy as ever."

"I'm confused as to what to say. I will not let you because of your situation again like this. But, Dara your son. As the last anticipation in order to save him was indeed with a spinal cord donor. Rayna couldn't because she had a cormobite. If Noora, also can not because it is still small. And not necessarily suitable either. Do you want to try me, Dek?"

Both the eyeballs of Genta or Dipta enlarged due to shock.

Dipta. "Have me. It's a good fit."

"But you're sick again."

"There is a Healer God, through the hands of the Lord. In Shaa Allah." Ajeng, a young widow with two children, is ready to help Dipta whenever the man needs her help. The first meeting when they were a dozen years apart, as if waving the love that had been present in Ajeng's heart and overflowed when Dipta while far away to be grasped in High School.

"When will you meet me, Ajeng? I want to come along."

"But promise not to tell anyone. Especially Mother with Father. Enough of Dara's problems that make them so unsettled, Brother."

Geisha nodded in understanding. It holds the Creator as a wall to promise.

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"Let's ajalah. I'm lazy to lift it. Adjie forced me to come to the hospital. The Widow's child is still in the Hospital because." last night before going to bed, Mother told her sister that the prospective child continued Adjie was seriously ill. But, it seemed, pity did not nurture the woman

Mama Sari shook her head subtly. "Don't dong, Mba, by the way. Rayna wants to be his wife, Adjie. Get married again. Kasian is also his son is sick. Do I want to take you?"

Mother Tari who was staying at the house of the Sister since last night, still shook her head. "If I come. Later in Adjie's thought, I've already got their luck, Sar. Anyway, I still don't agree. There's still a lot of girls to marry."

"But Adjie is love, how is it?"

"But I still don't give you my blessing, period!"

"Don't dong, Auntie. Kasian, Mas Adjie." Mommy turned to the stairs, looking at her nephew who was neat to go to practice. While descending the stairs, Ajeng overhears a conversation between Aunt and Mama at the dinner table.

"Mister Rayna, it looks good. It's beautiful again. The widow, what's wrong? Even have been married, have also eaten salt acid. In Shaa Allah can overshadow Mas Adjie who will just step into the Household level." Ajeng began to sit face to face with Mother and Mama. Ajeng had not seen Rayna all this time. Yesterday when they got engaged in London, Ajeng did not come because there was a seminar. Just often sees Adjie putting up a photo of Rayna in her sosmed status.

"That's what I said, Ajeng. If such as the in-laws of his mind is like, Brother. My son whose fate is the same as his future wife Adjie. Nor does it deserve dong to remarry the same bachelors."

Ajeng laughs. "Mama ... What the hell?" start putting fried rice on the plate.

Mama Sari laughed. "You've been alone a long time, son. Mama wants you to marry again." Ajeng's husband whom they married because of the matchmaking context, died when he was pregnant with a second child due to a toll road accident, five years ago.

Ajeng who last night talked a lot with Dipta in whatsapp, while blushing. He was getting distracted with that handsome guy. Moreover, knowing that Dipta is divorced, even though he does not know that Dipta's ex-wife is his cousin's fiancee. The world is cramped and nature likes to joke.

"Udah don't want to get married again. Take care of children," said Mother.

Mama clucked loudly, staring at Ajeng. "Not to be horrified, yes, son. Even if you're a widow, you have to be confident."

Ajeng just nodded and laughter reappeared between his breakfast. Mama Sari is also widowed, so she only lives alone with Ajeng and the grandchildren she takes care of if Ajeng is practicing at the Hospital.

"Tay ...."

"Hem?" while chewing.

"If you may know, his future wife, Mas, why can get divorced? Her husband died or ...."

"She cheated on her own cousin."

Ajeng's reflex dropped the spoon he was holding onto the floor. Her heart swayed violently when she found out that Rayna was a victim of male crime. At that time, the Dipta Khilaf did. The stimulant drug that Nancy gave was able to make Dipta lose direction.

But heaven is filled with sinners. The sinner repents, while the hell is filled with hypocrites.

Ajeng's eyeballs seemed to dim, staring at the soft air. "I'm the same girl, Rayna."

Mother shook her head to ambush. "Yes, it's kasian. But that's his business. I don't know why her husband turned away. Aja his service is not satisfactory, chatty, bawel, can not take care of themselves. I'm afraid she can't be a good wife."

"But probably, her gatel husband, Tan. I was so disgusted, yes, with her husband. Very nice, Sister Rayna," said Ajeng.

Mama Sari smiled. "That's exactly what your aunt said, son. Rayna did not need to be pitied." Mother's face looked radiant when her sister seemed to change direction.

The teacher also looked confused. "Kok, then?"

"I mean, Mama. Rayna is happy now. Married to your brother." Ajeng terkas terbahak and Mommy sniffed wryly.

"Aah!" Mother clucking bete. Mama's delicious fried rice as if tasteless tasteless.

"Where else sick his son, Jeng. Your aunt has the heart."

"What pain, Mah?" grab the dropped spoon to put it on the table and reach for a new spoon for him to use.

"It's leukemia."

"Subhanallah, O Allah."

Ajeng. "Like his son's disease, Dipta, yes."

Being silent suddenly the phone in his bag shook.

[Assalammualaikum, King. Today, you practice until what time? I wanted to consult with my Brother Geisha again] Ajeng smiled when he found the message on his phone.

"Who, Son?" ask Mama.

Ajeng shook his head slowly, a tinge of happy light as if stretched across his face when staring at the bright screen of his cellphone.

"From my friend, Mah."

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